Today’s guest picture was taken by my flute pupil Luke’s father, Alan. He has been forced to go to Dubrovnik on work related business and this is the view from his hotel window. Poor chap.
I realised that I had inexcusably omitted a great moment from yesterday’s activities in my daily account so here it is now – a new world record of fourteen castles being stamped upon being established by Matilda, mighty in battle, the castle stamper extraordinaire.
Contemplating the task…
…and leaving the field in triumph.
Today was another sunny and windy day and while Al and Clare took the train back to Edinburgh to vote in the European elections and Mrs Tootlepedal took Matilda to the Seabird Centre to ;earn abut birds amd have fun, I hired a bike again and rode a gentle fifteen miles through the East Lothian countryside, avoiding the wind as much as I could.
I passed the impressive doocot at Dirleton castle…
…and noted the flowers along the wall beside the castle grounds.
Unlike our pastoral countryside, the agricultural business here is growing things. I stopped to record a colourful field of rape (canola)….
…while across the road, a potato field stretched into the distance…
…though I did come across one paddock with horses in it.
There were solid gateposts to be seen…
…and hawthorn bushes were in flower all along my route.
I got home safely and Al and Clare arrived from Edinburgh almost at the same time as Mrs Tootlepedal and Matilda got back from the Seabird Centre so we are able to have a family lunch together.
After lunch, we drove a few miles up the road to visit Archerfield House….
…..with its walled garden, its geese and goslings…
…its wild flowers…
…its wood full of fairy houses…
…and cleverly made animals…
…and some real animals too.
The fairy wood walk in dappled sunshine and sheltered from the wind was a treat for old and young alike….
…and I particularly liked the glimpses of mature pines on the neighbouring golf course.
There were works of art in the woods….
…and artists at work too…
…working with elegant models.
It was too breezy to build sand castles in the beach when we got home so Mrs Tootlepedal and I left the others in the cottage and got well and truly sand blasted as we walked along the shore.
After another excellent evening meal cooked by Alistair, Mrs Tootlepedal and I went out to sit on the harbour wall in a sheltered spot and watch the gannets soaring and swooping in their hundreds over the sea.
The birds were too far out to photograph satisfactorily but we couldn’t miss their home, positively glowing in the evening sun.
The gannets may have stayed out of range but as usual a gull was happy to oblige as flying bird of the day.
Note: As far as the election went, Mrs Tootlepedal and I had arranged for proxy votes to be cast on our behalf so we have done our democratic duty. We had been too late to get a postal vote.
Another note: I haven’t had time to do the usual reading and commenting on other people’s blogs so I apologise if if have missed any gems which would have enhanced my life. I will try to catch up when I get home.